I wrote this a few days ago, also for the Medium publication The Daily Cuppa.

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That’s Mike, club in fingers, who is 77, one year older than me.

We’re playing with another Mike and Steve, two brothers, who have also aged onto what we used to call the senior tees.

Not to be confused with an English Tea, often enjoyed by tourists to London who want a “relaxed pace adventure.”

After Mike hits, we’ll need to pick up our playing pace a bit, as four mature women, being straight shooters and excellent putters, are breathing down our necks.

For non-golfers, every golf hole begins with a drive off a flat piece of land called a tee box and concludes with a putt on a green into a hole marked by a flag.

In the first photo, you’ll notice three spheres, blue, white, and red, designating back, middle, and forward launching spots.

We now play the forward tee as do the ladies.

Euphemisms rock!

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